Art Museums.

As an artist, I dream that my artwork will be part of this event.

Absolutely! They invited me and brought my paintings here.

However, no one approached my artwork. Though, I maintain my patience high.

A woman showed up after hours and was speechless at my artwork. As I'm closer to her, it was Denise.

"Good day, Denise!"

"Greetings, Neill!" she responded.

"Your thoughts?"

"This is...glorious!" she's astounded. "This girl—"

"Is you."

Undoubtedly. Memories flashed through my mind.

We both studied at the art university after we graduated senior high. I still remember that my professor disgruntled me because I drew the incorrect figure—for his anatomy assignment! I painted Denise, reading a book. 

Fast-forward, I confessed to her and accepted my love. We were together, a couple. 

Unexpectedly...

"My parents and I decided to move to Italy."

"I also want to pursue and become a pediatrician."

She did.

I'm unfulfilled."B-But, how about our plans? Our future together?"

"The opportunities are waiting for me there. I'm sorry, Love..."

Then, we broke up and were uncommunicative. I lost motivation in painting, I failed myself, and it was heartbreaking. 

My art materials were blanketed with dust. Losing her was like a lifeless canvas. 

Until I learned to let go and understand her. Right, life's not a movie or fairytale, and not all endings are happily-ever-after.

She's my first and last lover.  

She has reasons.

She's back—with her own family. 

She's married. 

The right love and person for me will come.

I eventually hung my last painting. An illustration of her, his husband, and their daughter.

They embraced her.

"You're a living art that I'll admire forever, Doktora Denise." I smiled bitterly, watching them from afar.

"But, you're no longer my muse..."

'Goodbye, Love.'